Troubled.

Troubled.
Troubled is my life.
Troubled has been pain.
Troubled has been believed.
Troubled has been decieved.
Troubled put me through hell.
Troubled put me through many a physc’s office.
Troubled will turn my face to da ground.
But when the troubled comes a looking,
The troubled starts da running.
And when my face turns to da ground,
I await the silent sound i’ve been dreading.
That’s the trouble
What’s the trouble?
I don’t know – i always run,
And hide from my problems.
I’ve never stuck around long enough to know.
To keep thy self out of trouble,
I might just have to learn how to say NO.